He will always trust his own visionCould be a dangerous manHe’s guided by no oneAttracted to the soundOf the interior voicesHe will not listen hard enoughTo any other manHe gets a big warm sweet interior glowingHe gets a grand elitist superior knowingThis convinces us he’s infallible – yeahBy sheer force of willHe leaves a deep impressionSelf-confidence persuades us that he is a saintThen we watch him tear apart another cityTurns it to dust and ashA mighty nation’s fallingHe downs another coffeeAnd the feeling growsHe’s building monuments so highIn his expanding mindHe eats a six course dinnerAnd hears the voice of the spiritThis voice says »Well done my very good and faithful servant »